Painted scrolls in my hand
Painting brushes in my palm
Coloured hands and coloured faces
Never filled my empty spaces
Took the blue from the sky
Took the hazel from her eyes
Lover’s dreams colour my mind
Fading treasures I can’t find
It’s all fading away
Different strokes of blackened ash
I know when you’re not here
‘Cause life turns old and grey
I know when you’re not here
I’m left empty with nothing to say
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
Painted scrolls in my hand
Painting brushes in my palm
Coloured hands and coloured faces
Never filled my empty spaces
Took the blue from the sky
Took the hazel from her eyes
Lover’s dreams colour my mind
Fading treasures I can’t find
It’s all fading away
Different strokes of blackened ash
I know when you’re not here
‘Cause life turns old and grey
I know when you’re not here
I’m left empty with nothing to say
